Seven Magics Academy
After a thousand years of living in the roughest terrain on the planet, they had to be strong, or they would've died off quickly.
"Well?" Titan prodded.
"Where do you think your strength comes from?" I asked, sending the question back at him.
He guffawed, slapping his knee in glee. "I like you, Silindra. I always have." He leaned back in his chair. "The strength of a troll isn't in these." He lifted one arm and flexed his enormous biceps and winked. I tried not to retch. His bicep muscles were bigger than my head. "It's in this," he continued, tapping his hairless head. "Our brains, dear Silindra." He gave me a surly glare, as though begging me to disagree. "We are more than brute strength,
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